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In this dream, I was at my parent’s house, at the top of the stairs, talking to another dream character who was threatening me with his supernatural powers. He was a little bit scary and seemed quite convincing. I told him I could be a vampire while lucid and easily be more powerful than he was. I then chose to be Lucid and turned myself into a vampire. He instantly left.

Now that I was lucid, I needed to do something like fly, so I wouldn’t wake up. I ran down the stairs past my dad to go outside and do some flying. My dad said, “You should stay here.” I just ignored him because I was focussed on staying lucid. I looked outside, and it was the middle of winter, and I wasn’t properly dressed to go out there. I knew if I tried to find proper clothes I would wake up, so I just ran out the door and flew up over the trees. The trees were covered in hoarfrost and were absolutely beautiful. The sun was reflecting off of each snow crystal and it was brilliant white. By the time I reached the end of the street, at about 100 feet altitude, the snow had vanished, and it was now fall. I looked off in the distance, and I had 100% clarity. I decided to find my daughter.

As I flew down the alongside the road that paralleled a river, I called out loud for my daughter to join me, and then suddenly this girl appeared riding a bike. I flew down and landed beside her. She didn’t look like my daughter, but she had the biggest smile ever, and she reminded me of her. I asked her if she was my daughter, and she said no. I then told her to tell my daughter I am looking for her. A fellow in a Beige Suit appeared on a bike and began to follow this girl as I flew away.

I flew down, and landed at a market square, near the town’s Marina, and then walked into a market building hoping to find my daughter. Several people stopped what they were doing and stared at me. This dark haired fellow behind the counter was threatening me, and I told him everything was fine, and that I was just looking for my daughter. He calmed down and carried on with his business. I floated up slowly through the ceiling to see if my daughter was on the roof. She wasn't, so floated back down into the building. A man in a Beige Suit, like the one I saw on the bike earlier, then asked me a question, but before I could answer, he slapped a handcuff on my left hand. He yelled out, “I’ve got him!” I yanked the other end of the handcuff out of his hand and backed up. The handcuff he put on me was made from a black composite material, and the chain appeared to be some sort of polymer cord. I tore the handcuff off my left hand and proceed to rip the handcuffs into a bunch of pieces. Another Beige Suit appeared and he said, “That isn’t going to work on him.” I turned around and flew full speed at the exit door, and I passed right through it, like it wasn’t there. When I got to the other side I was in a concrete parkade. I then woke from the excitement, and stayed perfectly still in bed, then ended up back at the exact same spot in the dream. Both Beige Suits were there waiting.


In an effort to scare these guys off, I assumed the famous martial arts pose. The one Beige Suit fellow said, “Oh great, he knows this too?” The other Beige Suit fellow said, “Just block him.” I really don’t know any martial arts, so they called my bluff. I then used my instant transport technique, where I can travel between two places instantly (within my visual range), and I transported to a floating position above one of the Beige Suit fellows. He looked confused, as he searched frantically for me, and he couldn’t see me. I then shot full speed at another exit door from the parkade and ended up outside. Home free! Not…. One Beige Suit had me by the waist and dragged me back to the ground. Again I woke, and stayed perfectly still in bed, and then ended up back at the exact same spot in the dream.

I don’t believe in violence when dreaming, but these guys pushed me too far. I instant transported to the back of one the Beige Suits, grabbed him from behind, and threw him 20 yards at an incredible speed into the recessed exit area of the concrete parkade. He bounced off the walls and ground, and then came to a complete stop, upside-down and unconscious, floating at a 45 degree angle to the ground. The other Beige Suit and I just stood there and watched him as he floated unconscious. Suddenly, he gained consciousness, and yelled, “I’ve never had that happen before!” He was pissed. This time he flew straight at me, and before impact, I woke myself up. My heart was pounding, and I felt hot. I lay in bed thinking how this perfectly good lucid dream went so wrong.

I really need to better adhere to my 10:00 bedtime if I ever want to become lucid.

I was partially lucid observing this dream where there were ten or twelve robotic spiders. They were all identical and they were all made out of rusty die-cut metal beams (I think that's what they are called; the kind of beams with the holes drilled into them at regular intervals to reduce weight.) They all have glowing red/green eyes. (Half with red and half with green.) and a large platform on top of their bodies with a spring beneath it.
And on the platform was an apple. There were six green and six red apples in play. The spiders would bounce them into the air with the spring loaded platforms, sometimes to themselves or sometimes to their neighbors. Of course the spiders were moving as well, and they were preforming these increasingly intricate 'dances' with themselves and the apples.
The setting kept on changing as well. At first, it was a badlands type area, then it became more abstract with a black ground plane and a white sky. The spiders began to look more like a cartoon and less like real life. Toward the end, the spiders were just two tones of grey and the apples and spider eyes were one shade of red/green with a black outline.
...
This somehow led into a dream where I saw a bunch of grey three dimensional shapes in a line. I recall a pyramid, cube, cylinder, sphere and cone.

I think there were some dry dreams about college in there somewhere, but I don't recall them.

Morning of October 20, 2014. Monday.



This dream was a “realistic” continuation (at least in viable meaning and metaphorical form) of a real-life event. I had read the rant of a typical unsuccessful-at-life “normal” person, but more aggressive and “anti-dream-work” than many. This was a post on a web site that listed dream journal sites and such. His rant related to how no one ever mentions dreams in “polite society”, to anyone (including friends and relatives) and how they were only a mish-mash of recent events that the brain had not processed yet that day (typical mindless mainstream opinion, in other words). He also mentioned how paying the slightest attention to dreams (or trying to work out meaning) was “masturbatory” and damaging. Such a person being as utterly “alien” (even more than most other mainstream people) as possible to my own life’s path and continuous vindication since early childhood was rather intriguing but it flowed into a dream scenario that reflected sadness.

I saw the person (even though I did not know anything of his/her appearance) walking along in a similar manner as the Penguin (from the new “Gotham” television series). Eventually though, I become aware that he has transformed (or had “always been”) an unhatched egg. The unhatched egg has a slight crack (as if in an attempt to hatch), and moves slightly, but the movement stops after a short time. I place the egg to my ear and hear white noise, similar to the noise of a television channel being off the station on an analogue television. It then grows silent as if the entity inside has died. It has never bothered me that people live in an entirely different “world” than the reality I have lived in my life’s path but what does give me pause is when someone is so much “against” the viable reality of another relative to the real personal history. Their spirit seems to be both imploding and exploding at the same time, for lack of a better metaphor.

I place the egg on a shelf (about chest-level) in a seemingly forgotten room where many other “artifacts” exist. I am aware that there is a brightly glowing ruby nearby (on a perpendicular shelf to this one) which is an aspect of my wife. There are other items that seem to represent different “species” of otherwise assumed human-like beings, such as a small burned clown mask that represents the dream dictionary reader and a miniature electric fan blowing on a candle that somehow seems to represent reckless drivers. The sadness of the “dead egg” is not that extensive, and I sense that there is a place for everything, including frequencies exactly the opposite in both polarity and direction. In a way, I am infinitely grateful I am a “rare” dream-worker, as it has seemingly put me so far ahead of “other species” (especially in meeting and marrying my beautiful dream girl or “twin flame” in the real world). It is a typical thought in this type of dream, but there is an expectation that some artifacts may change in a millennia, though people may no longer be around to see any changes.

10.20.14

Last night bed 11:30 - 7:45

Watched new episode of Walking Dead.

DR1
I'm going from room to room with someone, looking for zombies and other things and getting rid of them.

DR2
I'm at the store. Customer puts her purse in my cart and says "it's ok if I leave it here, right?" It's not, but I have no choice. Another customer does the same.

I give bunch of paper slips to cashier and we have to change it into money for the customer.

Dream - Lucid

I was going to get married to my high school boyfriend, Brett. His mom was talking to me about it; she was really excited. I kept thinking that I would rather be with Dallas, but for some reason, I agreed to marry Brett.

We were then in the building we were getting married in. It was a tower. The room we were in was very large and had tall ceilings. There was a very large, almost floor-to-ceiling window to the right. There were very few people there, only immediate family. We were up at the front, about to get married. All the sudden, we heard thunder. We went to look out the window. It was nighttime, and you could see many other towers outside the window, as if we were in a city. There was then a very large bolt of lightning. The thunder coincided with it, however, it struck a tower that was in front of us, and the thunder just...stopped. It was like it hitting the building muted it. I think it had something to do with the sound barrier. The tower that was hit started to crumble. It then started to collapse. It was hitting a tower directly beside it as well, which was making it fall too. One of the towers then started to lean towards our window! I thought for sure we were done for; this was the end. My mom started to yell
"We're gonna die! We're gonna die!"
The top of the tower then came crashing through the large window we were observing from. I noticed my brother was in the path of it, and I tackled him out of the way. The tower crashed down inside the building, crushing Brett and his family, but my mom, brother, a random guy, and I were all safe.

I then replayed this scene over again for some reason. I already knew what was going to happen the second time around. Nothing changed except for the fact that I already knew what was going to happen.

This dream was very intense and vivid. The feeling of being scared, about to die and accepting it is really powerful. As soon as I woke up, I had the urge to wake my husband up and tell him about it, but I let him sleep.

~

I was in this area that was just a lot of rooms. It's like the rooms were many room-sized stalls lined up. They didn't have a ceiling. In my room, I was getting provocative pictures taken of me by a young, blonde female photographer. I believe it was nighttime. We took a break from it, and I left my room and saw that next door, Ceejay, this girl I used to work with at Kohl's, was also getting provocative pictures taken of her. She was naked and sitting on the floor. There was a huge glob of yellow-tinted (I assumed it was used) lube sitting on a pillow next to her. She was talking to me, and I kept looking at the gross lube.

Then, this tall, sturdily built blonde woman who was supposed to be my mom, looked into my room and saw the photographer and all the equipment. She was a very conservative woman, so I knew she'd be pissed. After a few minutes, I ran into her, and she told me that she told the photographer to go home. She said other things, but I can't remember. She was stern about it. I'm sure at some point she told me not to do that, blah blah blah whatever.

So anyway, she left, and I saw my photographer walking by. I wanted to stop her and tell her to stay. I don't think I did. I then was thinking about how I didn't normally like to get my picture taken, but if it was a provocative photo, I enjoyed it.

~

Dallas and I had just gotten back from being out all day. It was my day off. I was playing some game though I don't remember much about it. I was then thinking about how I had picked up a shift at work that night. Why had I agreed to do that? I then couldn't remember what time I had agreed to. Was it 5? 6? 7? I then saw it written down on a piece of paper. I still couldn't tell if it was 5, 6, or 7. I looked at the clock and it was past 5, but I was then pretty sure it was 6. Boo that.

I then was in this hospital room with Dallas. It was a very large hospital room with many beds lined up. The lights were half off and no one was in the room but us. I walked down to the 4th bed down and started telling Dallas about how I was in that bed one night when I was having very bad stomach pains. The doctors checked me out and I was fine, so they sent me home. I "remembered" a guy being in the bed to my right.

I then was at the bakery with Dallas. I wasn't on the clock; I was honestly hoping that they would forget that I agreed to come in that night. The manager, Shannon, was there by herself. We got to talking. She was being very nice to me. I then made a comment about her being there all the time. She then said something about me being there all the time.
"The kids would like it if you were here all the time," she said.
It made me really happy to hear her say that. I must be good at talking to the kids who come up wanting free cookies.

1.) [Non-Lucid] I was on some sort of resort or something in the snow. I found out that there were hidden spots that the resort didn't want people to know about and they stopped people from going there by telling them that they couldn't make it because of a really fast river. I found out you could make it through the river, and I met a guy who did. There was an area where he used a wing suit after flying off of the river. The view here was spectacular. There was some building that was being destroyed and we watched from above. Multiple times. I also found places where there were undiscovered animals. The animals were always really big like giraffes, but we couldn't tell what they were otherwise because they were covered in masks with our faces as the pictures. I have memories of a Joker-like character waking up in the snow in the mountains.

2.) [Non-Lucid] Marisa came over late at night and we waited for Dave to show up. My parents weren't home yet. Dave finally shows up and we all go to my room. Dave is visibly impressed when he walks into my room.
"So this is how you make a living?" He asks.
Though this is a weird question, I still answer,
"What? Are you kidding? I don't live!"
We all chuckle. He looks at my bookshelf.
"So this is the library?"
I don't respond. We then went into the game room. He didn't notice the bookshelf with all of the math texts. I feel the garage door opening. They are startled. I tell them it's fine. They wait back in my room. Dave is looking through my shirts, throwing them out of the drawer and onto my bed behind him. Mom comes upstairs and tells me that they're going to bed. Dave and Marisa somehow made it into the garage. When I went into the garage to tell them my parents are in bed, Marisa flies out of a pile of stuff in the garage and yells,
"We weren't doing anything!"
She realizes it's just me and we all laugh.

3.) [Non-Lucid] Mom and Connor were gone with the dogs for some reason. Perhaps a dog show? I am waiting for the bus in the morning, and they pull up. It's light outside for some reason. We talk briefly, though I don't remember about what. The bus still hasn't come and I remember it was about 10:00. We then drive around the neighborhood in search of the bus. There is snow outside on the streets. We can't find the bus, and I remember that one car made hand gestures at us when they passed. Then mom said I need to find a ride home on Friday. I say I don't know of any ride. I suddenly spot Allie by the round about in our neighborhood and I ask if she can give me a ride. I see Catlin off in the distance. Allie agrees to give me a ride, and seems overwhelmingly happy to do so.

4.) [Non-Lucid] We were at school. It was very dark outside and inside. I'm looking up and down D hallway for something, but I don't know what. I hear marisa talking to maybe Andrea and others about the crazy stuff she's done. I walk back through the end of D into C hallway.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in a pretty large dormitory and there's this really pissed off guy that keeps walking down the corridor, seems hes aiming to fight the guy behind me.
I run out to get help, I see two women on a bench with kids so I walk over and stumble a little, I ask for help, one of the woman followed me back to the dormitory.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I go look for some crisps, I found a shelf of small and big packets of crisps, I grab a big bag of Monster Munch and walk over to a table where my friends are, I open the bag and...the tutor shouts at me because class is almost over, he said I should have gotten a small packet and now they will go to waste, I'm extremely embarrassed at this point as I eat the crisps slowly and quietly as to not draw anymore attention.

Fragments:
I find this small museum filled with nostalgic items, such as old gaming magazines and demo disks.
I buy some lollipops of some sort.

1. I was inside of what seemed to be a science class in school. The teacher was an old man that was rather short and had glasses. He wore trousers and had gray hair. Below my feet I noticed that the floor was covered in a carpet. As I was sitting down in my seat I saw some people that I knew and I started talking to them. I think I was talking to Sydney and some other girls. Eventually a time came in the class where we all had to go to the back of the class. In the back of class the room looked alot more like a science class, it resembled the Lab part of the class.
I saw that there were also computers at every desk in this back section. I went over to one of the computers and sat down, but I don't remember what I did on the computer. Suddenly a guy named Max from my school comes over to me and insults me. For some reason I reply to his insult by saying, "Dude I'm from Africa" and just brush everything off. Max insults me again, and this time I tell him, "If you think you are really that tough then go ahead and fight me right now." At this point I am standing up out of my chair, angry and heated. As expected, Max backed down and decided not to fight me. He told me to calm down and then walked away back to his chair.
Suddenly the bell signifying the end of class rings and I leave class. As I walk out the door I turn and walk down a hallway and down a staircase. Once I get to the bottom of this staircase I walk to the cafeteria. Here I find my friends Patrick and Justin. As I sit down next to them at the lunch table we talk about how none of us knew that we had this lunch. I asked Patrick what lunch this was and he told me, "This is D Lunch because its 2:34 right now". Thats weird because school usually ends at 2:35 and D Lunch is actually at 12:34.
My hands were dirty and sticky for some reason so I decided to get up and go wash my hands. As I did so Justin told me, "Cory you don't need to wash your hands, I didn't wash mine and they are even dirtier!". I passed and continued walking towards a sink to wash my hands. Oddly enough I found a stand alone sink at the very right corner of the cafeteria, and there was no restroom next to it. I went up to it, dispensed some pink soap, and started washing my hands. There was also a mirror in front of the sink which I looked in at one point.
After I finish washing my hands I walk back to the table, sit down, and start eating my lunch,

2. I was outside of Patrick's house at nighttime standing out in the middle of the street. The only person with me was my dad. I remember giving something to my dad so he could fix it. After he fixed whatever it was I challenged my dad to a freestyle battle. He accepts and I start off, "Unh, yeah, Here it goes, its coming... its coming, unh there it is." And my rap ends there. As I started off a group of 3 black guys walk past me and my dad. I tell them, "Hey, I wasn't really feeling it so I know it sucked." They laugh and continue walking.
I turn around and walk over to my friend Patrick's house and as I am doing so I walk past another driveway, and the 3 black guys are standing in the driveway. They stand near a car that has alot of bright lights and start bragging about it. Once I get in Patrick's driveway, Patrick and my friend Trey are already there and Patrick opens up his car and starts jamming out. My friend Trey stands next to the passenger seat and him and I both notice how clean the interior of the car is and brag about it(wow, what a great thing to brag about). I don't know why, but I was SO proud that Patrick's interior was spotless, and I continued to brag about it.
Then, Patrick gets out of his car and loudly brags about how good of friends me, him, and Trey are and also how long we have been friends.

3. I was in a car with my dad, mom, and sister. I hadn't rode in this car before. It was a grayish/white and had an all gray interior, I was sitting in the back left seat. As we are driving, we come up to some traffic and eventually come to a complete stop. In front of us there is a middle aged man with black hair that is balding. For some reason he gets mad at a girl who is standing to the right of his car. From inside of his car he gets a pistol out and points it at the girl. My dad sees what is going on and yells at the guy, "Hey, calm down. There is no reason to kill her". The maniac guy with the gun then looks over at my dad and points the gun at him now. My dad has no reaction, its as though he doesn't even care.
Then the maniac pulls the trigger and shoots my dad in the head, my dad dies. I stay still in the back seat so the maniac won't shoot me(wow, a great idea). Instead, the maniac shoots through my dad again and through the seat to hit me. One of his bullets hit me. I unbuckle my seatbelt and duck and get as low as I can. His next bullet only grazes my head. My mom and sister sit in the seats, frozen and terrified.

1. I went to Walmart and found an instant hair cutting machine. I went over to it and I got half of my head shaved. I asked my mom if she could cut it and she said no. Afterwards we went to a restaurant.

2. There was a zombie apocalypse and then I got on a bus where my inglish teacher was. He asked me if I knew any good zombie fighters, and I replied with I don't think so.

3. Most longest, but I won't include all of it. Some stranger was over ato our house. My dad was talking to her. I went upstairs to take a shower and then heard a loud crash. I got out and looked through a wall and saw my living room. I'm not shore how I didn't become lucid in this one.

So, in my dream, I was a little girl, like I was some years ago, with braided hairs. I was on a white horse and we were in a kind of park, like Disneyland, or something that looks like it. It was winter, maybe a few days before christmas. We went to buy some toys like dolls or little cars but, at a moment, there was something written on a sign but every single word was more like waves than like real letters. So, I told myself "I can't read that, I'm certainly dreaming" then I woke up :(

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Slept a bit better, had okay-ish dream recall but I let some details slip by lying in bed and not being diligent enough about writing them down sooner. I even had a decent stab at the SSILD cycles, but the consecutive run of bad sleeps over the past few nights probably didn't give me a good base mindset for lucidity.

Dream Fragment
Standing on the driveway to my parents house at night-time, reminds me of when I used to sneak home late.

Dream 1 - Zombies at Uni
For some reason there's a zombie Apocalypse, me and some others have kind of gathered together. We're near the northern exit of the university (I know there was more to this, but I forgot most of what happened prior to this point) and we jump into this massive armoured vehicle. There's zombies off somewhere, I don't recall seeing them much except on the sidelines/backgrounds of the dream. The armoured vehicle can't move or something, but luckily there's another car loaded in the back compartment of it, all hooked up and tied down. I run to the back of the armoured vehicle and kick the back door open, then jump back and flick a hook off of the car, the rest simultaneously come free letting the car roll back. We proceed to hop inside, and then I think I woke up.

Dream 2 - Giant Cockroaches
I seem to remember dropping something at the very start of the dream... It was dark with only a little amount of light which made shadow-outlines of things. Whatever I dropped didn't hit the ground, because a size-able cockroach with pincers clamped it, I notice the sprawling crawling mass of these covering the floor. Fast-forward to later on, I'm running, there are GIANT cockroaches now, comparable to the spiders in the 'Eight-Legged Freaks' movie. It's still dark and I'm running, I'm in an old building (19th century Victorian brickwork or something) and I dash to the side, into a closed off room. I hide on the floor, near a big wooden table. I know they can't get in here.
*skitter*
"what was that?"
I look at a small cockroach scuttling across the floor near me, I realize that maybe the little ones can get in though... It feels like a few minutes pass, and I notice even more of them, they seem to amass into a swarm on the floor and I decide to rethink the idea of hiding, with the feeling that the larger ones are actually able to break into the room too now. I head to the exit on the other side of the room, and I think 'hmmm what if they've blocked off the other exit...?' but as I'm about to exit the room I wake up.

Was pretty bored with these dreams, didn't feel scared or fearful of anything in them (they sound like they should have been nightmares in retrospect, but weren't), they weren't strongly emotional.

Hypnagogic imagery and phrases fascinate me. They are even less structured and substantial than dreams. Even when paying close attention, I find almost impossible to preserve them in memory unless I rouse myself to write them down immediately on my notepad. One recent example resembled a conversation between Fry and Leela from the cartoon Futurama (this was WLR as I had seen an episode earlier that day on TV).

Fry, in response to something Leela has just said: "I'll get some more jellybeans, then." He sinks out of sight, as though vanishing into the ground. A moment later he reappears in a space that resembles a dark cavern, and cries out: "You! The stomach god!"

So i'm at the university, talking to some classmates next to a table, and they want me to do a speech for the dean.
After i talk to her about what the students are going through she decides to leave in a hurry. Then i get pissed and start ranting for a while about stupid people.
After that i go somewhere like a store of sorts, and i find myself looking at those 500 pieces puzzles. I notice they are all pictures of the same house in different angles, and they were priced $119,087

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #249: Long Shot

I’m hanging out with Dreamer in a sparsely-decorated apartment. She’s wearing a dark jumper with the hood pulled up over her head. We’re joking around and coming up with silly games and dares. Dreamer comes up with a really really crazy one that gets us laughing. Warning: It is pretty gross!

Spoiler for Very gross dare -- not for the squeamish!:

I’m talking to Dreamer about how I’ve got some kind of pimple on the right side of my nose. (True IWL! ) Dreamer says hey, she’s got one too and that we should have a contest where each of us pops our pimple and sees who can shoot their pimple juice the farthest.

We laugh and laugh about this and finally decide to do it. We worry about what happens if the other person’s aim is bad and we accidentally pimple-juice each other. To help with this, I find a huge sheet of plexiglass for each of us to hide behind while the other person goes. As I’m setting the plexiglass up, the idea of the dare is so unbelievably disgusting that...

... I become lucid. I feel sleepy and out if it, and I tell Dreamer that I’m really happy to have become lucid so soon after going to sleep, but that I feel really groggy. We both stand up and Dreamer is super tall, easily 7 feet. We talk for a bit, my brain moving slowly during the conversation. Her accent is entirely American during the conversation, which strikes me as one of those strange details that I figure will work itself out.

I finally remember my intent to do the “play a musical instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life” task and ask Dreamer if she has an instrument for me. She says, “Well, I have this violin!” She produces a violin from out of nowhere and somehow plays a few notes with no bow. Now she plucks 3 notes pizzicato.

I tell her that this is cool but that we need to have an instrument that doesn’t exist in waking life. I know that I should be able to flow into the task from here but I feel really slow-witted. I get a little confused what to do next, and Dreamer walks up to me (still enormously tall) and wraps me in a hug. Since I don’t know what to do anyway, I just stay still for a moment and enjoy this. After a bit, I get the sensation of falling asleep, and …

… I emerge in a false awakening in the same room. Dreamer isn’t here, but I have a vision of her sitting on the edge of a table with a model train set on it. In this mental image she’s wearing the same trackies and dark jumper from the previous part of the dream, but now she seems to be her normal height. I wander around the apartment, eventually finding the table, but Dreamer isn’t there. The dream ends fairly quickly after that.

I was sitting with a group of men having a discussion. One of the men looked like an old acquaintance of mine who had recently passed away. The only difference was he had a full head of red hair, whereas before he was bald, he was medium build (instead of overweight), and now he was young. Despite all this, I still recognized him. I realized instantly I was dreaming. How else could I be meeting with him? I was Lucid.

FYI: We really did not get along well during our experiences together in life, but I believed he was a good man, and he was liked by many people. He had a large funeral, but I did not attend, because like I said earlier, we really didn’t get along.

While lucid, I went right up to him, and asked if it was him? He said, “Yes”, and then I told him I was sorry he had passed. I went to give him a ‘man hug’, but he raised his arms up, blocking mine. He was very strong, and his arms wouldn’t budge. He put his face to the side, looking away from me, and said, “I’m still upset.” I didn’t know what to do next, and the situation was a little awkward. The dream was fading fast, and I woke up.